"Thank you," closing his eyes, as if weary. "I am quite content to wait. Thank you."
CHAPTER XXXV.
WE PREPARE FOR A "PARTY."
My first movement, after having made the discovery chronicled in the last chapter, was to go to the telegraph office and send the following despatch:
Arrest Blake Simpson instantly, on charge of attempted assassination. Don't allow him to communicate with any one.
This message was sent to the Agency, and then I turned my attention to other matters, satisfied that Blake, at least, would be properly attended to.
Early the following morning Gerry Brown presented himself at the door of my room, to communicate to me something that instantly roused me to action.
At midnight, or a little later, Mr. Arch Brookhouse had dropped in at the telegraph office; he was in evening dress, and he managed to convey to Gerry in a careless fashion the information that he, Arch, had been enjoying himself at a small social gathering, and on starting for home had bethought himself of a message to be sent to a friend. Then he had dashed off the following:
Ed. Dwight, Amora, etc.